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ance. I didn't cry

atch Zoe for a few hours and headed to a small

righteous indignation. As the sharpest sports reporter in New York, s

my hands. Her hazel eyes were blazing. "I saw the press conference yesterday

thing. The funeral, the fight, Jared giving my lab to Cry

w darker. She slammed her fist on

rowing with lethal intent. "And giving your lab to Crystal? What the hell does that plastic Barb

uching my lips. "I took care of it. What matters is Zoe. Jared cut off the funding, which is fine. I have my

gers drumming a rapid tattoo on

. you know, I did hear a crazy rumor c

raighter. "

e Worker.' Rumor has it, a few top-tier athletes-guys with severe, career-ending psychological

fragile tendril of hop

e's from a powerful medical dynasty, others say he has military black-ops connections. The players who've seen him are terrified to leak

I committed the

d even if he's real, getting an appointment won't be easy. But I will use every contac

d over me. "Est

ory grin. "Now, didn't you say you have to go to the l

watch. 9:30 A

anding up and smoo

. "Go get 'em, Quee

morning sun. The road ahead was uncertain, but for t

engine. Next stop: The Montgomer

dn't wait to see the look on Crystal's face when s